All that is gold does not glitter Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from.
my lavender plant is about to bloom again. Love cutting and drying the lavender to give as gifts and for myself. So relaxing to just smell the lavender. Love this picture with the lavender plants in the window.